"I am helping people," he argued. But that wasn't really true at all, was it? He didn't even have any private cases right now, and clearly he wasn't helping anyone in the building if they were all losing their damn minds under his watch. Sighing, he ducked his head to look down at the floor, lowering his voice. "I don't know what to do. I don't know how to find Spike, I don't know how to help the Slayers, I don't know how to get rid of Marsha and her friend or the bar owner and her husband... I don't know how to do any of this."